Chapter 386: The Three Major Powers
Chapter 386: The Three Major Powers
Barrow followed Jim, his mind wandering, before a question popped into his head. "Are there many people with extraordinary powers in this world?"
"Not many," Jim shook his head. "Most people might never encounter such individuals in their lifetime. I only stumbled upon the supernatural world by chance."
"Why keep it hidden?" Barrow asked, perplexed. "If everyone knew about the existence of supernatural powers, wouldn't that be better?"
Jim chuckled. "I used to think the same."
"But the more you encounter them, the more you realize that some extraordinary powers bring chaos and confusion. If exposed, it could lead to the collapse of social order. The Night Watch is vigilant against such threats."
Barrow furrowed his brows. "Is the Temple of the Gods an anti-government organization?"
"In a way," Jim nodded. "The Temple of the Gods has two primary purposes: to resurrect the gods and to seek out and destroy vampires."
"They've been doing this for centuries!"
Jim himself wasn't entirely clear on the specifics of god resurrection or the nature of vampires.
He only knew that...
The Temple of the Gods and the Blood Alliance were arch-enemies, both operating in the shadows. The Night Watch, on the other hand, had been suppressing these dark forces.
"So, the Night Watch is stronger?"
"On the contrary," Jim turned, his eyes gleaming strangely. "Based on my understanding, the Night Watch is the weakest of the three major powers. They require special resources to even stand a chance against the Temple of the Gods."
"Just like Fast City..."
"The Night Watch has only one Tier Three powerhouse, while the Temple of the Gods has at least three. As for the Blood Alliance, it's unclear."
Barrow's heart sank.
Having interacted with the Night Watch, he had a favorable impression of them. They seemed more like a force trying to maintain order against the Temple of the Gods' disruptive influence.
"Come!"
Jim stopped and pointed at the test chamber in front of them. "This is the latest progress. Familiarize yourself with it, and from now on, you'll be my assistant."
Barrow looked up, his eyes narrowing. Inside the transparent chamber were various animals—hamsters, foxes, and raccoons—each with tubes inserted into their bodies, carrying a dark red liquid.
As a researcher, Barrow understood that such experiments required sacrifices from small animals. He didn't have any frivolous sympathy for them.
But...
The strange patterns at the bottom of the chamber, the odd symbols on the animals, and the liquid flowing through the tubes, which seemed familiar, all made him feel nauseous instinctively.
"Hmm?"
"That's yours."
Jim explained, "Your task is to provide several tubes of blood for research and analysis daily, and also to record the data changes of these test subjects."
"Don't worry!"
He reassured, "I've thoroughly examined your body, and your robust blood production can supply ample blood."
Barrow's face paled.
He realized why he felt so weak; the needles on his body served a purpose.
He was also a test subject, and a crucial one at that.
Over the next few days, Barrow drew blood, observed data, and assisted Professor Jim with various experiments.
He considered rebelling.
However,
Aside from Jim, there were also two terrifying golems, powerful enough to crush him effortlessly. Once, after angering Jim, one of the golems even smashed his legs, breaking them.
If not for his unique physique, he might have been permanently disabled.
"Bang!"
Jim's face contorted as he looked at the remains in the test chamber, his fists clenching tightly on the table before him.
"Why? Why?"
He gnashed his teeth and roared, "The process is the same, so why can't the experiment be replicated?"
"Professor..."
"Every day, bloodletting and keeping my body in a state of weakness," Barro whispered, "Could there be an issue with the theory?"
"Impossible!" Jim spun around abruptly, his eyes glowing with an eerie red light. "If the theory is wrong, how could you possibly be standing before me?"
If the theory was wrong, everything would have to be redone.
Jim was unwilling to admit it.
"It must be missing something, perhaps... maybe it's just that the blood isn't enough." Jim narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Maybe we can add some organs."
Barro's face paled.
Before he could react, a golem rushed forward and pinned him to the ground.
Jim picked up a scalpel nearby, pressed down on Barro's hand, and with a swift motion, chopped off one of his fingers.
"Ah!"
A scream of agony filled the room.
...
After a few more days, Barro, with disheveled hair and a vacant gaze, paced inside the laboratory, notebook in hand, recording various data.
His fingers and toes were incomplete, and his abdomen and back bore the marks of surgical sutures.
"Bang!"
A white rat in the experimental chamber suddenly exploded, splattering blood and flesh onto the specially designed bulletproof glass, which also caught Barro's attention.
...
"Another failure?" Jim strode over, his face contorted with anger. "What's wrong?"
...
"Do you still want to resist?" Jim's body twisted, and black tentacles extended from his back. He grabbed Barro with one hand and threw him to the ground.
"Everything you have is mine, including your body!"
"You're not leaving here until the experiment yields results!"
"Bang!"
The tentacles wrapped around Barro and threw him into a test chamber filled with an unknown liquid, just like a white rat in an experiment.
...
Weston Hotel.
The most bustling hotel in Fast City and one of the most renowned hotels in the Federation, owned by a conglomerate no less influential than the Bito Corporation.
Rooftop.
The night breeze was refreshing.
Karl, guided by the staff, approached the area near the fence and pulled over a chair to sit.
Someone was already waiting across from him.
With golden hair and blue eyes, a statuesque figure, and an aura of both elegance and divinity, Remiller raised her wine glass in greeting.
"We meet again, old friend."
her no longer the messenger, but a deity."
"Indeed!"
Karl sat down and sighed softly, "After hundreds of years, the once-unassuming messenger has become a deity."
Indeed, the former angel, Remiller, was now a deity!
A fifth-tier archdeity!
However, in Karl's perception, the divine essence, divinity, and divine flame within Remiller were in an unstable state.
"Hmm..." Remiller's eyes were distant as she took a sip of wine and said indifferently, "I merely received the blessing of the Lord God."
"But you..."
"Mysterious wizard, every time I see you, I'm amazed. It's the same now."
"What happened back then?" Karl smiled faintly, changing the subject. "Where did the gods go?"
"You should be the one asking that." Remiller's eyes were deep. "The Godslayer Spear was given to me by you."
"The Godslayer Spear can kill deities, but it couldn't have caused this." Karl spoke up. "There must be something else."
Remiller's lips twitched, but she didn't intend to answer.
In the clouds.
The Dark Wizard Abbott cast an invisibility spell and approached the rooftop of the hotel with his staff.
'There's no other way. That residence is a secret base of the Temple of the Gods, and they won't sell it to outsiders.'
'Since I can't convince Nomah, I have no choice but to turn to you.'
'Professor Karl!'
He whispered to himself as he slowly approached his target. Just as he was about to strike, Abbott saw the figure sitting across from Karl.
His movements froze, and his eyes showed bewilderment.
"Lord!"
"Is it you?"
"Why does someone look so much like you?"
His lips trembled, and he almost dropped the staff in his hand.
(End of Chapter)
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